“Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. Juliet! ...O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquered beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids...Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death... Here's to my love!...Thus with a kiss I die.”
“A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)”
Читать полностью…“I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine:
... for, brother, men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air and agony with words.
No, no 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.” - Much Ado About Nothing
“In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee
Fairies use flower for their charactery.”
“For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.” - Pericles
“It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school And though she be but little, she is fierce.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Читать полностью…“Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?” - Sonnets
“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved” - Sonnets
“I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting”
Читать полностью…“Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
Receive my tears and seem to weep with me
And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these.” - Titus Andronicus
“I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.” - Macbeth
Читать полностью…“So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.”
Читать полностью…“But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.”
“For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world,
And where thou art not, desolation.” - King Henry VI, Part 2
“All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.” - The Merchant of Venice
Читать полностью…“By my troth, I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next” - Henry IV, Part 2
Читать полностью…“O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!” - Romeo and Juliet